I remember Sunday morning, I would meet him at the park.
We'd walk together hand in hand, til it was almost dark.
Now I wake up Sunday morning, walk across the way to find,
nobody waiting for me, Sunday's just another day
Sunday will never be the same.
I've lost my Sunday song,
He'll not be back again.
#2.
Sunny afternoons that make me feel so warm inside,
have turned as cold and gray as ashes,
as I feel the embers die.
No longer can I walk these paths for they have changed.
I must be on, the sun is gone and I think it's gonna rain.
I remember children feeding flocks of pigeons.
I remember sunshine and you were mine.
Sunday will never be the same.
I've lost my Sunday song,
he'll not be back again.
Sunday will never be the same.(x3)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.